Saturday, November 29, 2008

Our little clan had a tropical twist on Thanksgiving this year, celebrating in Puerto Rico (photos to come soon).Right before bed, after eating too much, sunning to much, and swimming way too much, I said "Hey! We should all say what we're thankful for!" Mike and I said some boring platitude stuff, Kelly said "me too" and Molly took the cake with:"I'm thankful for Hashem for this perfect little sister," and kissed Kelly on the head.

I cannot believe that a man died on Friday because of shoppers insane desire for the latest and cheapest TV, or whatever it was that seemed worthy of line-waiting, five-am-arriving, running, and ultimately, ending a man's life in the quest of something sold at Wal-Mart. What has this world come to?

If I didn't already semi-boycott chain stores, this would be reason enough to start. I don't shop 100% local, but I do try to buy from the "little guy" when I can. I blame the culture of possession in this country just as much as I blame every one of the people involved in this horrifying expression of Americanism. I don't even celebrate Christmas, but I am pretty sure this is not what the "Christmas spirit" is all about.

As I read on another blog online, "You know, it makes so much sense that this happened at Wal-Mart, the epitome of American grossness. I hope that on Christmas morning, when the Wal-Mart savages' children are opening their stupid presents, they tell them "I hope you like it, because I had to kill a man for it."

Monday, November 3, 2008

Today, the approximate one year anniversary of this blog, I wanted to take a moment to look back to our roots as a toddler poetry blog, and to share with everyone that we still are not only the first, but also the second, search result when you Google "toddler poetry community."Am I proud? Sure. But would I be even prouder if there were tons of other blogs that followed in our footsteps to bring poetry to the teeming toddler masses?Sure. (As long as they come-up third and fourth in Google search.)

Saturday, November 1, 2008

After all the candy discussions, we got no trick-or-treaters at all, probably because there was a large sewer truck parked outside of our house due to a problem at the house about three doors down.

If we had gotten a trick-or-treater, you can see what our two candy bowls looked like: mini-fruit-roll-ups, mini play-dohs, leftover kosher lollipops, and dum-dums with gum in the middle I bought by accident back in August.

It's almost like someone had already told the local kids to skip our house....

Anna (to Franklin's mom, when she opens the door): Molly and Kelly insisted that the house they wanted to go to the most was Franklin's!Franklin's mom: Isn't that sweet! I don't know where Franklin is right now, or I'd have him come say hello... honey (yells to husband) do you know where Franklin is?Husband: I'm not sure, I think he might have gone up the street...

Mike: Hi, I'm Mike. Nice to meet you. Are Franklin and Molly in the same class?Laughter.

Molly and Kelly: Daddy!!!!! Franklin's a cat!!!!!

Mike: Oh.

After Franklin's house, the second highlight of the night was... CANDY!